Update, and the like

It's been a week since my grandpa died. And I'm ok. I was numb and sad for several days, as you'd expect, but now it's begun to wear off. And truthfully, I've been expecting it for two years, since his stroke. I saw him a week or so earlier, and he'd been able to recognize me (which wasn't always the case), had smiled at me and looked me in the eye... now I think he knew it would be soon.

So. Life continues, according to the ancient patterns: I wake. I go to work. I play with my kid, kiss my wife, go to bed. Some other stuff happens in between these events if I'm lucky.

More soon.